Spring Blooms

Well, a little later than I had planned, but here we go.  Spring blooms.  Just a few.  I've decided I'm physically incabable of passing up a daffodil without taking  a picture, touching a bloom or lingering. They are one of my favorites, trumpeting the start of spring.

Daffodils, I think, are like smiles.  They pop up in little bunches here or there, brightening the countryside with their lovely ruffled bells.  Like a great piece of jewelry, they have a way of beautifying everything they touch, whether it's a vase on the counter, a corner of the yard or a forgotten piece of farm land.  Like a smile, they make everything better, simply by their presence.  One of Mother Nature's greatest gifts, in my opinion.  Oh, and I'll take a stray pear blossom, too.